Its a night life that gets them off So desperately they wait for the excuse of love We move like vampires And we, we, we love like killers We all die like infants and we trust like mirrors
Its the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings Its the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do
Its a love guilt that forms a habit of being dramatically over-dramatic We move like vampires And we, we, we love like killers We all die like infants and we trust like mirrors
Its the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings Its the pain and the sex disguised as innocence Its the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings (its a desperate place for a desperate people to find a place for a desperate hero) Its the pain and the sex disguised as innocence (a desperate place for a desperate...and they sing)
Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do
The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and its irony In the midst of lust and dropping names the drugs they numb and they keep us sane
The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and its irony In the midst of lust and dropping names the drugs they numb and they keep us sane
Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do Slow suicide...like it or not, its what we do |